This post of mine is dedicated to my sweet little friend, my loving Madho, who encouraged me to write it ..
It was our summer vacations and I was studying in class ninth then. I along with my mother had come to our village and was staying with my paternal aunt and my grand mother. Though it was a small village but it had a railway station. A few goods as well as passenger trains passed thro the village daily. Railway station was quite adjacent to the locality and railway track passed by the side of the village. I was sleeping in the open court yard of the house along with other family members when suddenly I woke up. I heard some one was calling some one loudly.
The voice kept coming I was wondering? What's that? Who is speaking? What that means? "Guard sahib", "Guard sahib", some one was continuously calling… Who was it? I came out to see and saw a man walking by our lane. He was looking towards all directions, left right up down back and front, looked as if he was searching for some one; his eyes were trying to locate some perhaps he was expecting some one to come. He was a frail framed man and was unaware about his physical self. He was wearing an unclean shirt and a pant, bare footed he was. He kept walking and soon he was away from my sight ,no more he was visible to me but his crying call, guard sahib guard sahib was still coming. For some time I could hear that and finally it faded away. Perhaps he had walked away far from our house now. I came back and tried to sleep for a while again. Checked, it was yet
After half an hour they came back, my aunt whom we all used to address as Behn ji had ignited the kitchen fire and was preparing tea for me in the kitchen when I went to her and asked her about who that man was? While sipping tea I heard her in total silence narrating me about the man I had seen and heard calling, "Guard sahib",
"Guard sahib". She told me that the man used to be the station master and was posted at our village's railway station. He is a true devotee of lord
Once, while passing thro his daily course of morning prayers and meditations he over stayed at home and reached station late. By that time a goods train has already passed thro. For passing thro, the train was required to be provided with right signals and track changes which required manual operations and passing on the baton ring to the train driver and since no one was there at the station so the required activities couldn't be performed by him.
When he reached the station control room he received a message from the next station that the up going goods train has reached the station and the Signal Ring provided from your station to the train driver is being sent back thro the next down coming train. He was stunned, who waved the green flag, who handed over the baton ring to the up going goods train's driver, who changed the tracks, there was no one there and the control room was also locked. Door key of the control room was with him only and it was only he who had opened it after he reached the station.
He was confused. He was not having any answers. How could it be possible? that's what he was wondering. Some how, he contacted the train driver and asked him about all this.
To his utter surprise the train driver told him that it was he the "Guard sahib" him self who waved the green flag and handed over the baton ring to him. He also told him that while passing on the baton ring, he ("Guard sahib") flashed such a charming smile to him which he couldn't forget. He even talked to his co driver also about that charming face and smile which was heart touching and so warm.
The station master understood now, who "HE" was who attended to his duties as guard sahib there. Since that day he started searching for that "Guard sahib" and calling for him and is yet calling
